Chapter 111: Seeking the Fragrance of Flowers
Qin Xiaomo, after hearing Qian Mubai’s words, could not deny feeling touched. Yet, despite the emotion, was her life truly more important than anything else? In truth, Qin Xiaomo herself could not clearly define what she felt for him. If she said there was no feeling, there was always a trace of reluctance; if she admitted to having feelings, it seemed intangible and surreal, disconnected from reality. In the end, she realized it was all unreal, because he did not exist in the real world. It was like having a spring dream—a dream where someone loves you deeply and faithfully, yet knowing it’s only a dream, you dare not fully embrace the emotion, only to unknowingly fall deeper into it. Upon waking, you gradually forget how deeply you once loved someone...
Seeing no response from the detection device, the teacher nodded and turned to check the next batch of students.
“Brother Big Bear, sob, how could you do such a thing? Shameless! Even though I’m the only one at home, you still go around flirting with others,” Embroiderer cried, squatting down to pick up a stone and hurl it at Big Bear.
Despite the laughter, the Far East Legion finally issued a recruitment notice across Asia. Though the announcement called for 1.8 million recruits, in reality, the Far East Legion would only enlist 300,000 to 600,000 elite field troops, along with 50,000 navy and air force soldiers.
“It’s like heaven itself! This is truly a cultivation paradise!” Lei Li said, momentarily stunned.
“What’s wrong?” Lin Yun’s change did not escape the keen observation of Woodpecker, who fixed his eyes on him. It was the first time he had seen such a shift in Lin Yun, as if gripped by some deep fear.
The root cause was the current low labor productivity. Li Shen predicted that once the curved plow gained widespread use, the Tang Dynasty might experience a wave of land reclamation, with many impoverished peasants leaving their homes in search of a place of peace.
“This master is definitely a hidden expert! That mental pressure just now—no Taiqing cultivator could reach that level!” Xiao Jifeng thought in horror.
He did not believe that Li Tianluo, that old schemer, would let him off easily. He would surely seek a chance to strike back. Besides, he had offended many; any one of them could stab him in the back. In the cultivation world, no one could be trusted except oneself; strength alone commanded respect.
The new recruits were still somewhat soft-hearted. Seeing the desperate survivors outside the checkpoint pleading for help, their hearts grew heavy.
Just as Weijie finished speaking, the shimmering river surface suddenly churned violently. With a splash, a massive figure leapt out, lunging toward the brothers Zunan and Zule, who were closest to the water.
Chu Yitian gazed into the mirror at his pale, tender face, his dark pupils momentarily dazed.
Surprisingly, Jiang Nian’s claim that she would complete nine sets of exam papers was no joke or boast.
The best option was for a son to become a commandery or prince, so he could bring his father to the fief to live out his days peacefully.
He appeared young, yet possessed a calm and ruthless demeanor that belied his years, as if nothing in the world could escape his control.
He wore the Yingzhong school uniform, the shirt faded yellow from countless washings.
Xiao Jingxian made an exaggerated expression of disgust, seemingly complaining to her nanny, but her eyes secretly flicked toward Xiao Yuqing.
Because each backlash from the War Dragon Drum reverberates upon the drummer’s own explosive force, it was as if the drummer attacked himself. Moreover, the drum’s power compounded with each strike, growing ever stronger.
Just as grandmother said, like a pure white jasmine flower—more like a child who never grew up than a villain.
If the Wei family could manage public relations with the previous video, adding this audio recording would deliver a devastating blow.
Chu Yitian raised an eyebrow. He had just given Manager Li’s name because he had explained the lottery dispute to him yesterday.
Without hesitation, she struck again, reuniting the two men with their comrades. The final fire consumed them completely, fulfilling their brotherhood in different births but shared death.